Page 191 of Wolfkissed
“No,” I whisper.
“Thought not.” He gets off the bed, stretches luxuriantly like a cat, every delicious muscle popping into relief, and then giveshis still hard cock a good stroke that has my mouth watering. He winks. “Take a good look, girl. Are you sure you want this inside you, filling you up?”
With a gulp, I nod.
“Good. But first, clothes off.”
I kneel on the bed and put my hands on the bodice of my simple dress. “You’ll be pleased to hear that this dress is easier to remove than those long gowns.”
“The Gods are merciful.” He gives a wolfish grin. “Let me give you a hand.”
“Oh, no, I got this, don’t?—”
The sound of tearing fabric fills the room, and suddenly, I’m clad in shreds. He tore through the dress and my undergarments, too.
“Valen…”
“What?” He shrugs at my annoyance. “I’m in a hurry to get to your luscious body.” He climbs onto the bed. “I can’t fucking wait to taste you again.”
“You sound excited.”
“Are you fucking with me? This is like having my birthday and the Goddess’s celebration at once, with the best gift I could ever have asked for.”
“Valen…” He says these things and makes me want to cry with happiness.
“I get to go down on my favorite person in the world,” he says, “the most beautiful girl, the most beautiful soul… and the most delicious pussy.” With another wink, he finally pushes me down and puts his mouth on me, and,oh Gods…
Firm lips, a wicked tongue with an even more wicked piercing, heat and suction, and then the tip of his tongue pushes into me, and I cry out, arching on the bed.
He hums against my sensitive flesh, and I can almost feel him smiling.
Then he intensifies the attack, using his fingers to stroke and pump, moving his lips to my clit and tormenting it, flicking it, sucking on it so hard I see stars.
“Valen!” Restlessly, I shift my hips, grabbing fistfuls of the covers in my hands. It’s my turn to lose control under his ministrations. But then a thought hits me, and I try to shove his head away. “No! I’m… I’m going to…”
“Come for me, Princess,” he whispers against my soaked pussy.
“No,” I whisper, “I want to come with you inside me.”
“Oh, you will,” he promises, “have no fear.”
“But I?—”
“Let go. I want you relaxed and as wet as possible if you’re going to take my cock and knot.”
And then he doesn’t give me a choice, diving back between my legs, and I come with a cry that bounces against the walls of his room, bucking against his mouth.
But he doesn’t move away. Doesn’t sit back and wait for me to calm down, or hold me.
No, he goes right back to fucking me with his fingers and his tongue.
I squirm, oversensitive, but still aroused. “Ah, Valen…”
“That’s right, baby girl.” He draws back just enough to lick the inside of my thigh and smirk. “You can do it. Come again, come for me.”
And again, he works me so well, so efficiently, so fervently that the pressure in my belly rises and rises until I pant and curse and call out his name.
This time, when I come, it’s sharper, sweeter, deeper. His fingers work me through it, his tongue lapping at me as I lose my mind.
